I was Thinking, or Not

I somehow managed to get to a point where I don't do anything. Where I am not involved in life at all really. Nothing exist outside the small center from which I see only that which is in front of me. My sole window on the world is a 15" screen. I am considering a greater level of isolation, but it seems like I could not be more insulated from what is, than to just shut down completely. What happened to me?

Whatever Today, and Tomorrow Today I was listening to some guitar players on you tube, and I happened upon Suicide is Painless, which most people would recognize as the theme from the TV series MASH, if they even remember that. Well whatever I was looking at the lyrics, and I thought you know I wonder if they wrote that for the show, or if the creators of the show just thought the song fit the show. This led me to a link that provided me with a version from Marlyn Manson, which I listened to, for a minute, before I switched to Crosby, Stills and Nash, Just a Song before I go. Then I went to lastfm.com to listen to some more CSN and whatever else. What the fuck am I talking about, have I become so fucking empty headed that I am suddenly just chatting about some music. Is there no end to this senseless prater, that I read, dribbling from the emptiness of the electronic digital circuitry. Have they already taken over, these metallic sounds, no metal, but clipped sounds, devoid of fee